SUMMARY: For Kai, life at present revolved around three things: buying that $2000 mythic book at Wong's Antique, try and somehow bullshit his way into passing his Law subjects, and not clue in his grandfather, Senior Chief Justice of Bay City, of both.

Life, however, had other ideas when it threw a 'Tala Something-ov' in his way. Complete with a flashy Lamborghini, traffic cone orange blazer and the worst type of word vomit he have ever had the displeasure of receiving.

"All right," I said, calm. "One order of Go-Fuck-Yourself coming right up. Would you like a toy to go with that? It'll only cost a dollar and fifty."

Notice 6/11/2015 - general outline, done.

50 Shades of Orange

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"Thank you, have a nice day."

The customer took the bag from my outstretched hand without word and sped off back to the street, the blue sedan he was driving splashing water along its way. Thunder clapped from afar while drops of rain pellet down on the roof like rocks. I glanced up at the wall clock, one of WcDonald's arms was pointing at about three-fourths passed 3 and the other directly at 55. Only 35 minutes before my shift was over and the sky outside the window could still rival asphalt, never mind the clouds still looking fat and heavy like Tyson back then in middle school. I slid the window pane close, shaking my head. Looks like I'd be taking an extra shower on my way to the train station.

I could always get a cab...

Then, of course, the copy of the few first editions ever printed for Vermiculo Avis behind Wong's Antiques' display window reminded me why I was taking another part time job in the first place. Dzed would surely tan my ass if he ever found out that I spent, would be spending, two grand for a book that was older than him, wasn't even remotely connected to Law and wasn't, at the very least, written in Russian, Japanese or English.

In my defense, I can read Latin.

To an extent.

Besides, I'll be using my own hard earned money so there was nothing to be mad about...

Right?

A car drove into my small screen that had my brows knitting down. Just when you were in the middle of pathetically justifying spending your way too limited financial resources on something you don't need but really, really wanted Life would bitch slap you with a sports car.

It was a flat, low white thing that was all sleek curves and sharp edges. Even with the splashes of mud decorating its side it still managed to give the impression of coming straight out of a luxury car catalogue. It was something that definitely didn't belong in Bay City's downtown street, much less a cheap fast food's drive thru.

Of course, Life thought that wasn't enough. Following the white car was a gun metal gray SUV that was all square edges complete with monstrous wheels and full tinted windows.

Whatever. Some people had too much money to burn and some don't and both drivers were still customers waiting for me to take their order.

I pressed the com button and recited Hiro's SOP for greeting customers with all the enthusiasm of a brick wall. "Good afternoon, welcome to WcDonalds. May I take your order?"

One... two... a couple of more seconds passed and there was only the angry staccato of rain falling outside feeding through the com. Tch. "May I take your order?" I repeated, training my eyes on the screen.

Still nothing, the first driver didn't even pull down his tinted window. After a few frustrating moments the car slowly moved forward to my window and literally stopped, engine and all, the mini truck at the back following suit. What the hell?

The white car's door swivelled upwards and the driver stepped out with all the airs of a ham celebrity, casually sweeping the locks of red hair that escaped his wolf tail back with a hand before tapping the black bluetooth earpiece hooked onto his ear just for effects. Right then and there, I wished we didn't have a covered drive thru. It would be immensely satisfying just to see the idiot along with his obnoxiously orange blazer get soaked to the bones. My window stayed closed even when he approached me with easy, long strides. I glanced behind, checking if there was someone there I could call for backup in case things go ugly. Sports car or no, you just didn't know people nowadays.

The man looked at me through the glass and lightly knocked on it. I stared at him, suspicious. He offered a close mouthed smile, ice blue eyes bright. The gesture reminded me of Daichi's mug whenever the monkey had something stupid in mind. I glanced behind again and this time saw Hiro lifting his brows at me in question. My mouth pulled into a frown and against my better judgement slowly slid the window open. "Yes?"

His smile turned into a sheepish grin that showed straight rows of pearly whites that would make a Kolgate model envious.

"Hey, yeah, so I'm Tala."

I blinked slowly at him while my mind permanently labelled him as an idiot. "Hello."

"Yes." He cleared his throat. "Hello, too."

I didn't offer any more prompting and watched him struggle about in the dead air between us. He then slanted a glare towards the dark car behind his and muttered something under his breath. The wind chose that moment to sweep through the covered driveway, bringing no small amount of rain and successfully spraying him with what could amount to as a full bucket of water. The swearing ensued quickly afterwards was loud, colorful and immensely satisfying.

I had a hard time keeping my face straight, then.

A hand landed on my shoulder before Hiro leaned his weight on me to see what the commotion was all about. "Good afternoon, sir," he said by way of greeting, catching the idiot's attention. "May we be of assistance?"

"I," he started, "yeah..." He paused and then sighed noisily in resignation, nodding his head, looking at the pavement. There was probably someone on the other side of his earpiece. He then turned his attention back to us. "Uh, look, you see... Me and those bastards over there had this bet..."

Oh. So the idiot knew the driver behind him.

"Go on," Hiro prompted, voice even, most probably slipping his manager's smile on.

Idiot#1 rubbed the back of his neck and looked at me uneasily before clenching his jaw and stared at me in earnest.

"You, me, dinner... Afterwards, I'll toss you in my Lamborghini and pound your little hole all night and reduce you into a hot, bothered, writhing mess. What say you?"

For a moment, only the sound of rain was heard before the corners of my mouth twitched up, stretching my lips into a thin smile.

"All right," I said, calm. "One order of Go-Fuck-Yourself coming right up. Would you like a toy to go with that? It'll only cost a dollar and fifty."

TBC

End Notes:

Dzed — short hand of grandfather in Russian

Vermiculo Avis — "Vermillion Bird;" A book that was mentioned in Wolf Taming Ep2: Falling, Falling, Fall—Splat

AN: Rating will go up (but not sure whether I will turn this into a full blown erotica), still part of the Wolf Taming Series but isn't a one shot so yeah. Requested by my sister, the prompt was: drive thru